Friday, October 31, 2014

Thanks for the spooky ooky love..........

Jamie and Ellie practicing for the trick or treaters

this is a photo of both of my "punkin" men. one paying attention to me and waving and the other one being Joe
some spectre's hanging around in the front yard

Ry and GK had fun getting up in the tree to make this happen for Halloween
Casa de Cuckoo has been the recipients of some extra special goodies and wonderfulness as of late. The grands, as well as the grown ups appreciate the loving kindness sent our way from some of you, my lovelies.

Magic Love Crow thought that we would enjoy some "sparkles" in our lives and sent us some very beautiful jewelry and a special Fly Crow painting as well as good wishes for the season.



SunshineShelle sent her love in the form of arting goods. Paints, beads, buttons, do dads and canvases. Oh heck yeah the grands jumped on that right away. And I must be honest when I say I spirited away a couple of goodies for myself. Shelle also sent us some of her original art work. Some never made it to the table to be photographed because it lives in GK's room. Ry is using the stickers for a "present" for someone else as I type and the three generations of witchy wonderfulness here at the Casa, is well represented by the darling character dolls that we are going to dress for Samhain.




Thank you all who sent us cards, good thoughts and blessings for the season. We send them right back to all of you our lovelies, supporters and all around good eggs. I still have another pressie that has something to do with my favorite donkeys....but that's another post....soon.

Here's some photos of some of our decorations for Hallowooooooooooooooonie. I can't believe it is today. We want so badly for it to hurry up and get here and then..... poof, it's over for another year, that's a real BOOOOOOOO.

the winner of the prettiest pumpkin contest and the runner up who had an unfortunate meeting with a dis easing spirit, if you get my drift.

our fireplace for autumn

Hope you all have a fun 31st. And if you partake in Dia de Los Muertos, party on and celebrate your ancestors. We will have our offrenda and celebration on the night of the 1st and then attend the Barrio Parade of the Calacas on Sunday.

Happy Hauntings, Smooches and Squoozes, Oma Linda

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Sometimes reality is scarier than fiction.............

Take for example the emotions of a 10 year old boy.

Better yet the emotions and behaviors of a wonderful, sweet, caring, 10 year old boy on the autism spectrum.


This darling boy sometimes is afraid of things that I don't understand, if I hadn't seen what disturbs him; bugs, textures, noises and tastes, just by looking at his angelic face, I wouldn't ever be able to see how troubled his waters truly are.  My education is ongoing daily, living life with Ry is never dull.

Now we need to add into this equation, feelings, hurts and the past.

With the addition of this element I can begin to explain how our "inside, outside, upside down thinker" went from, being bothered by having homework and that's about it, to a fear struck youngster who was no longer able to control his behaviors. Stemming, scripting, crying, and hateful outbursts were on the menu within a matter of hours. He got in trouble at school for being (out of character for him) a meanie.

All this because he was asked to think about doing the unthinkable for him, talk to his father. It scared the crap out of him and he felt trapped in the here and now.


We had tried to ease him into that situation so that we could quiet the demands being made. His sister, the great and powerful GK, managed to not only talk to her father but also voice questions and her views, and quite frankly, I as a 65 year old am not sure I could have had the guts to ask or say half of what she did. She was a rock star. She felt better having gotten it off her chest, over with and is sure she doesn't want to do it again. She tried to encourage her brother, told him she would hold his hand and we all thought he was on board to doing so in the near future, when he said he was ready to do so. Oh gawd were we way wrong.

It preyed on his mind, so much more than we ever could have imagined, his emotions and his spirit and he had a monumental melt down at school the next day. And after all the negative incidents with children being hurt at school, we can't blame the school for being careful. His therapist says that he will come back up to where he was when he is ready. But in the mean time, our Ry has suffered a huge set back and we are responsible for even allowing him to contemplate having to do what he obviously cannot do.

This happens every time he is faced with this situation. We had hoped that Ry had matured and worked enough of his stuff out so that, yes he would be affected, but like his sister, he might gain more than it would cost him in the long run. We do realize how mistaken we were.

We will simply continue to love, protect and nurture the sweet little critter. He doesn't deserve to live in fear or with something this destructive hanging over him.


Damn I hate having to tell you all this because I know how much you care for him and his well being. It was a lapse in our defense against the dark hearts.

I need to let you know that all of this happened about 2 weeks ago. Ry has been home from school for the last week because he goes to a year round school and this is one of his two 2 1/2 weeks breaks. The break has been excellent for him. We have all had such a good time with him. Trying to make him feel better about himself and the choices that he made in response to a situation. Don't think we let him get away with being a "patoot". We don't. He made his amends for his ugly actions at school and then we moved on with a new clean slate.

The photos in this blog were from an outing to the corn maze taken this last weekend. No trace of the storm in Ry's eyes in these photos and for that I am forever grateful.

Thanks lovelies, Smooches and Squoozes, Oma Linda and the rest of the Cuckoos.

Sunday, October 19, 2014

GK's Homecoming dance.........

First, I know that you will overlook the fact that I am prejudiced when I say that GK is lovely, but she was so very beautiful in her Homecoming dress.

Sorry for the glare in the photos.....it was that time of late afternoon.



I also have to tell you about the befores and durings and afters.




The befores are kinda funny because her escort was somewhat put off to find out she had a "fancy" dress. He got a little defensive about not having a suit etc. She told him not to worry that her dress had been in her closet for 6 months, was not bought new, neither were her shoes. This was a true statement because ever since Ms. GK was little, her Mom and I have been shopping in "junque" stores and when we have found a beauty of a dress, even if it was two sizes too big, we purchased it. When she was little she played dress up a lot, as she got older, she starred in my epic parties and doings (see Oz, Wonderland and Halloween). This beauty of a dress was $15 and when we saw it we knew she would wear it to some dance or other. It just so happened that it fit perfectly for this dance. Oh, there are other dresses awaiting an opportunity to stun for little money. We are very good scouts and are prepared.

It took a little to convince her escort but afterwards he was very relieved that she is a practical girl, with some kick ass Ladies in Waiting.

The couple decided no flowers, no other money spent except the tickets. So proud. Her date did gift her with a Silverstein (one of their favorite bands, yeah, I didn't know either) bracelet. She thought that was cool, because she still has the bracelet but the flowers will be dead by now.


Her date came to meet her here. He was shaking when he came in and when he saw his date, he did a double take and then told her how beautiful she was. What a sweet guy. His Mom and Shelley took a bazillion pics of the cuties. Sweet Man gave his approval of the couple by saying how sweet they looked together and Shelley and her best friend accompanied the kids to Chili's at the end of our street. Grown ups to the bar for appetizers, kids to dinner and fun. Mom came back with a new appreciation for the job she has done raising this critter thus far. That's a beautiful thing when you can see evidence of how they have listened and learned from you as a parent.


They met 2 other couples for dinner. The voice of reason, GK, had instructed each to bring a certain amount of money so they could have tip money for the wait person. They did beautifully, gave the waitress a big tip and were ready for the fun evening ahead. Both GK and another of the boy's mothers are waitresses so they appreciated how they were treated and showed it. Go figure. When your whole living comes from your Mom and it directly depends on how hard she works, these kids have it figured out. What's that phrase, "knowing where your bread is buttered'?


Mom and friend, dropped the kids off at the dance. This wonderful man has been friends with Shelley since right after they got back here from SC. He is a true friend and loves the grands and they adore him. Told GK that since the dance was a masked ball that he had a robe for her to wear over her dress. Tee hee, he was very protective of his adopted niece. It was so sweet and caring.

The dance was dreamy, special and GK indicated they had a wonderful time. She took flat shoes to dance in, in case her feet got tired in her heels (and also because she didn't want to be taller than her date). She and this boy (you know the one who said she was too pretty to be in the advanced math class), have been a couple for 2 months now. In freshmen terms......a long time. They laugh all the time. Shelley said that she was entertained by their silliness all the way to the dance. Her friend, who isn't around teenagers all that much was a bit overwhelmed by the volume and the topics. Funny.


It took her longer today to tell us how much fun was had and who was there and what they did, than she was gone from home on Saturday night. She's a lot like her Oma, very verbose.

Hope your week is a good one.

Countdown to Halloween.........it's coming very, very soon, yay.

Smooches and Squoozes, Oma Linda

Friday, October 17, 2014

Jameson the wonder dog, or how he looks all these months later..........

Did ya know October is Pitbull Awareness Month......Be aware not all Pitbulls, or mixes are terrible animals. The people are what have villified the breed by being horrible owners, the dogs are the victims in all of this. We have our own example of how sweet a part pit can be.

When we got our rescue dog from New Mexico Dogs last February, named; Jameson, Jimbo, Jamie, JD, Pibble Jim (as in part pitbull) and when he's in deep do do with his Momma, "Jameson Elroy", I knew he was the right dog for us but I couldn't have known how right or how much he would bring to us. I actually thought we were doing good for him, instead he has done so much more for us, both humans and pets alike.

This dog is a life saver in more ways than I can say. I can't remember him not being part of the household and he's only been here since February. And most of the time neither can he, except when one of us says or does something that his "before" people did, then his tail goes down, his floppy ears hang low and he's a sad dog.

Like the phrase, "who did this?????" I was asking the grands, Jimbo took it personal and hid from me for a couple of hours. Joe said, "okay, that's enough" to me kiddingly when I was playing a game with him, Jimbo hid from both of us until Shelley and the kids got home. And when one of the grands starts squealing because their Momma is tickling them, this poor critter just about loses his mind. He doesn't like consternation of any sort or loud noises.

Dogs like Jameson who were abused, chained, treated inhumanly, and left to die certainly suffer from PTSD. Don't you ever doubt that fact. And yet he holds no grudge against humans, instead he wants to be all things to all of us. We went through a very hard separation anxiety time period with him when he ate his way out of his crate, then another time ate the surround on the front door, but it wasn't long until we'd tell him, "you're in charge Jimbo and he'd be fine. When we leave in the morning for school, he wags his tail and runs to the living room window to watch us go. He's still in the window when I get home from errands an hour later and now he doesn't eat remotes or shoes or hairbrushes. We have had to rearrange our lives for him. We have had to adjust our thinking for his well being. We have watched the other animals in the household change for him as well.

Know what? It's all be worth it and I'd do it all over again because when this tremendous animal is happy, well there is very little else in the world that is quite as beautiful or heart warming. He never asked to be left frozen to the ground on a huge ugly chain with no food or water. The story could have ended so differently for our "pibble". But loving people made sacrifices to get him to us. He is worth it all and deserves his pampered and loved life.......but all animals do.

He sleeps under the bedcovers, knows what time it is and watches for the kids to come home, greets everyone as they come in the door with a happy face and waggy buttcheeks, even repairmen. It's the little dog, Ellie Mae that they have to be careful of when they come to work here at Casa de Cuckoo. He has a special trick he does for Shelley. She puts her hands on his muzzle, lightly blows in his nose and this makes his ears stand up. I know it is not jumping through hoops but it sure is cute. But most especially he keeps me company during the week, my constant shadow, and herds and plays with the other animals with such affection. He is all things to all of us and I'm celebrating him with you today.

Isn't he a relaxed pup now?
See how our boy has put on weight, has a presence now and is such a handsome fellow? We love us some Jameson.

Come on over to my other blog, if you have a moment, Ye Olde Crones Gazette and check out Ms. Baggs confession.

Smooches and Squoozes, Oma Linda

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

For the Sweet Man who has everything............

When you get to be older than dirt, like Sweet Man and I, it kinda seems redundant to buy birthday presents for each other. So we don't. The doing nice things is so much richer and more relevant. Or at least that's the story we are sticking to.

Of course that thought process doesn't apply to enthusiastic youngsters who insist on a celebration to make Papa feel special. To me, that statement was all they had to give and I would be over the moon.

SM had a helluva day at work yesterday. Ick, blech, pffffffft. You know the kind of day when it wasn't really worth it to get up except, if ya don't show up, they get upset. Or at least that's what our generation thinks. He was a pooped puppy when he got home, an hour later than usual, which means it was a half day for him, 12 hours. That's a half day, right?

Anyway......the grands love them some Papa, and so does his daughter who always goes to the extreme for him. Love it. As he got to the front door, Ry jumped up and yelled, "we love you so much Papa so here's the Cuckoos singing you a Happy Birthday". He sounded just like an olde timey radio announcer. So cute. Like Ed McMahan he turns to us and says, Here's...............Papa. Cracks me up. Hit it girls.

Needless to say SM was grinning from ear to ear. He and his little buddy are a pair of nutz for sure and so deserve each other and their own special brand of humor.

They bought him, 2 seasons of Castle, which is one of his favorite TV shows, next to NCIS. Before I go on, I need to tell you that Ry thinks the actress that plays opposite Castle is a "hot babe". I asked him, what did you call her?. He said, "now don't tell them about us checking out the hotties when we go out, okay Papa?" Joe promised he wouldn't. Oh my.

The kids also got him a great T shirt from his all time favorite movies.....Harry Potter. He put it on over his shirt for work. Then GK made him take it off because he was gonna get it dirty and she wanted him to wear it when her friends come over on Saturday night to gather for Homecoming (and yes, I will bore you with pics and info). They got him a Chocolate overload cheesecake, cards, all the tissue paper he and the cats could fight over as he unwrapped said gifts. And I got dinner from his fave restaurant. Perfect family night.

The rest of the evening, we spent around the dining room table talking and laughing. I just love moments like that. They are my gifts from my sweet family. And do you think I remembered to take pics. Nah, I was having too much fun. Oops.


Happy Birthday yesterday Joe, you are the best friend, husband, father and Papa in the whole wide of the world and even if there are times I'd sell you to the first passing gypsy, I'd pay whatever they'd ask for me to have you back again. Having known you for all but 6 months of your life makes you my oldest friend...........nanny nanny boo boo lucky numba 13.


Saturday, October 11, 2014

And I'm gonna have acorns, someday............


Yard work chapter umteen skatey eight. Work continues. Our yard is not that big, but it was that unkempt. All the shrubs and bushes had not been trimmed or pruned in 8 years. And Shelley has become very proficient in "getting in there and getting it done".


Before I forget, here's a photo of that miniature watermelon for you Chubby Chatterbox. We decided not to eat it but rather us it as a relief pitcher kinda Halloween pumpkin, tee hee.

Ever since Shelly was a young one, she has been a huge help in the yard. Planting, trimming, weeding, deconstructing, removing, you name she can do it. Thank goodness because it has never been Sweet Man's forte. He hates, hates, hates, yard work. Always has, always will.

When he was a kid, his Dad, who was in the Corps of Engineers after a stint in the Army, would arrange work for his boys. Joe is the oldest of 8 children.  I would have run away if I'd been his Dad but his answer was to have "forced fun" as a life lesson. So he would have the boys move the lawn from the front yard to the back yard and plant a new lawn in the front. I guess it made sense to him. All I got from it is a husband who at the mention of planting or digging turns an ugly shade of grey. And he puffs up like a toad. Bless hims heart.

So it's fabulous that my girls and Ry act as my minions and do yard work right along with me with a smile on their faces. Well, mostly. GK loves to get dirty. Ry, uh not so much. I think it kinda makes him creepy crawly but he puts up with it (for a bit). When Ms G was little we built a french drain in the backyard at our old house to keep the spring rains from coming in the house. We dug a trench as deep as she was tall, she was two. Ever since, she has had this huge fascination with all things dirt, mud, and messy dirty. So here's her hands after we dug two beds in the front yard out to a depth of 6 inches down and planted 50 daffodils for next spring. She dug it out, put the bulbs in, put in new soil and tamped the whole thing in under and hour. But then she was covered with mud from head to toe, and loving it. She could of been a little less messy, but what is the fun of that, right?

looks more like warts than mud...........
Ry dug holes for the new ornamental grasses out front and replaced the rock around each one. He and Papa worked as a team, but I heard some undertones of my father in laws philosophy as they worked together. And Sweet Man actually had fun....and he and Ry also got dirty. The most fun was the traditional, "let me water you to see if you will grow more" drenching of the grands.

sea grass that I brought seeds back from our only visit to South Carolina, been going for 7 years now

looking north

couldn't resist this millet, so weirdly cool

looking south

But all this brings me to my new tree. After purchasing all the other grasses, bulbs and a few flowers, I mentioned to Shelley that we needed to think about getting a tree for the back yard so that we could have some shade on the back patio area. Now, keep in mind I was speaking about maybe next year. But Ms. I've got this covered, got on Craigslist and found someone who was selling two trees that they had overbought for their back yard and they were (pardon the pun) dirt cheap. We didn't have room for 2 so we passed on the Bradford Pear but we got an Oak tree. Yep, I'm gonna be rolling in acorns...........someday. It is about 10 ft tall. But someday it will be the mighty Oak it is destined to be. I'm hoping I get to see it cast some shade on the patio next summer and enjoying the view as the leaves turn red and gold. Exciting stuff here at Casa de Cuckoo.......you can tell I don't get out much, huh?


Smooches and Squoozes, Oma Linda

PS there are 3 out of the 4 room tours on Ye Olde Crones Gazette for Halloween House, check it out here.


Thursday, October 2, 2014

Do you have pet names for your family members?????

Last year I posted about having had no nicknames as a kid except Windy.....cuz I talked so much.

My daughter, the lovely and talented Shelley, actually goes by her nickname. Her given name was never my idea to begin with and so unless she has been in deep do do, I don't call her Michelle. She was named for her biological Dad's drinking and best buddy Michael, who everyone called Mickey. But growing up everyone called her Binky. That's my fault. I thought she looked like a Binky, teeny little critter, when she was first born and so my family called her that. Thank goodness no one every called her Mickey.

Joe's real name is Louis. I've called him Sweet Man for almost 30 of the 40 something years we've been together, as well as various un printable names in good company.....but that's a tale for another time and place.

I suppose every family has names that they choose not to share in public.

Ry has been Rucephus, Bud, Little Man, Rootin' Tootin Ru I Ay and Bubba for all his life. And I gotta sneak a Ry story here. He has terrible allergies this time of year and his eyes swell. So he gets up and his sister (the bane of his existence and his best friend) says, yeah you look Asian this morning. He looks at her and said what's Asian? She explained someone who's eyes are not rounded but rather have a slant to them. He thought for a moment and said, I don't want to be Asian......short pause, or from Kentucky. What?????? I have no idea where that came from but we have laughed everytime one of us brings it up (and Ry brings it up at every opportunity). Kentucky? I don't know, sorry Kentuckians. He is so adorable.


GK (Gerea Kaye) pronounced like Sara but with a G like{garage} Kay has family names as well. Geemanillee, Princess Tootsamany, Geefer and Baby girl. But she has a new name and I just wanted to share it with you because I'm kinda bummed I didn't think of it first. It is so very clever.

At her, oh so small, high school, where many of the teachers are married to one another, she as a straight A+ student the first 9 weeks is known for her quirky personality, inability to not voice her opinion and great sense of humor along with a burning desire to always be perfect. The teachers are very fond of her and use her good moods to tease her . Her English teacher, who is married to her art teacher, called roll and one of the other kids thought that the teacher had made a mistake and called GK Carrot cake and asked if she did. The teacher said no, but I can if she wants me to and GK said sure.


Gerea Kaye, Carrot Cake..........hmmmmm, yep it works.

So by lunch, the staff of teachers had all heard the name change and they all began calling her Carrot Cake which to some youngsters would have embarrassed or upset them but GK is thrilled. Her math teacher who tells terrible math puns everyday remarked how appropriate her name is because he has never met a carrot cake he didn't like. Awwwwww, teacher's pet much??????

Never a dull moment here at Casa de Cuckoo.....aptly named.

Ms. Baggs is showing off Halloween House on Ye Olde Crones Gazette, if you're interested.

Sunday, September 28, 2014

Halloween House, the exterior.........

I hope you will enjoy seeing the Halloween House as much as I have enjoyed making it come to life.


Ms. Baggs, who helped us out with our reporting on Ye Olde Crones Gazette, back a couple of years ago, has been on assignment in the world of the Fae. Upon her timely return, she moved into the Halloween House and has been helping me get things in order. She and I will be telling you of her adventures and also introducing you to her new beau, as well as taking you on a tour of her new Autumn home.

After working on this house, I am positive that I will be building another home for Ms. Baggs and will keep you updated on the progress. We have had way too much fun with this one to not do more.

I learned so many new things. How to electrify a miniature environment. It was quite fun. At least with 12 volts your chances of electrocuting yourself are minimized by the voltage. I have in real life been thrown across a room from thinking I had the power turned off and finding out the hard way......uh nope.

I also built some of the furniture I used. I also forgot that I love to play with paint. The moon scape and the twilight with the silhouettes were the best part of the exterior.

The other posts of Halloween House will be at Ye Olde Crones Gazette and will begin on October 1.


Here is the front of the house. Ms Baggs is waiting for the trick or treaters to come to the door. In the windows and it is hard to see without the lights on (photos on YOCG coming soon) are spider webs, Help Me, pleas, black cats, and Halloween wishes. The witch's hat on the chimney and the JOL, as well as the Halloween garland all add to the ambiance of celebration. The warning on the door should be taken seriously.


The Moonscape was inspired by Judy Stearn's wonderful, and my most favorite photos of the moon.


The twilight scape with the silhouettes of the children and puppy coming to trick or treat really are my favorite touch of the season. I love tricks or treats and these little ones are gonna get some great treats at Ms. Baggs.



I will have photos with the lighting, inside the house and upclose and fun stories of the tales of Ms. Baggs in the the World of the Fae............at YOCG.

Halloween is 33 days away.

Sunday, September 21, 2014

What happens to the time? I should still be July............

Sorry lovelies. Haven't made the blog a priority as of late. Been motivated in other areas. But today is Sunday and everyone else is otherwise entertained, Joe is at work, Shelley and the grands are going back to the State Fair for the last day and so I thought I'd take a moment or two to catch up with those of you who are still out there.

I'll begin with my activities. I've been recycling a junk store find and it has taken me lots longer than I anticipated but I am truly enjoying myself, doing things I haven't done in years. I found a doll house that someone had slapped together and then abused. When I first spied it I knew immediately it would make a great Halloween decoration. I didn't count on the fact that the pink, blue and peachy yellow of the slap job painting on the walls and exterior would be so difficult to cover. But now I know.

I also didn't really count on the fact that my hands are not small. Trying to wallpaper the walls around the staircase and under an overhang up in the attic proved to be, well let's just say I took it slow and in little increments of time. Otherwise this old broad's shoulders and neck went into spasm from the contortions I put myself into to reach all the spaces.

But at the conclusion of the wallpaper and floor coverings, as well as the exterior paint job and installing lighting, I was pleased. I am not going to show you pictures of the "Halloween House", until I finish putting the furnishings and fun into it. I should be finished in about a week. As usual, I took no before pictures but everytime I look at my little Halloween House it makes me happy.

Now to the Cuckoos in the Casa.

We've been doing the clean-up in the yards and are almost ready for cold weather. Since our "garden experiment" brought limited return, we are placing the remaining bales of straw on the south side of the house in hopes that next year we can use them for growing corn. Water wasn't our difficulty, lack of extended sunshine was the culprit. So being on the south side will help with that. The bales that decomposed will be spread on the upper garden and rototilled into the ground soonest so that we can watch for turtles while they are still up stomping around the yard. Making plans for next years garden almost makes the failure of this year's tolerable. But it's all a learning experience, yes?

Going to take some orphan blue, white and blue/white plates, bowls and saucers, glue them together with caulking and afix them to a wall off the backporch where the swing is located and make a "flower garden" of those pieces. Found the idea on facebook and knew I had to spruce up my garden wall. Sweet Man is still skeptical (if truth be told, tolerant would have to be the word) but what a trooper, he will help me with my insanity anyway. Here is the picture of my inspiration from FB and I'll take photos of the delft color flower garden when we get it completed.



Ry is back on some meds that his doctor took him off of back six months ago. The difference in his personality and his ability to be present in the moment is profound. He has been such an unhappy little critter. Very hard on himself and frustrated with so many aspects of his life. But with the new/old meds, he is back to his "inside, outside, upside down" philosophers position and full of himself. We are all so happy for him. He is too. Yesterday, chore day, instead of just standing around and having to be directed, he got up, got his chores done and then asked if there was anything else Pop or I needed help with because he got done early. It was a delight to see him so pleased with himself. He even put together a dinosaur model (something he had no patience for prior to being back on the meds) that he got this summer. We all remarked about his happy level yesterday and he told us that his "slow clone" has now gone somewhere else to live and the "in the moment" RyLeigh has rejoined Casa de Cuckoo.

And so we come to the other cuckette. GK got bit by her boyfriend's python yesterday. Yep, the donkey whisperer apparently does not hold sway over serpents. As she explains it, and it is hilarious, there she was holding the snake in her left hand and it was reaching out to sniff when it coiled back and then struck her right hand. She said she saw it coiling and wondered what it was going to bite but didn't think it was her.........duh! She shook her bitten hand and fussed at the snake to let go. Then she turned to her boyfriend, who by this time was almost hysterical and told him to take his stupid snake off of her hand. Only GK. His mom came in the room and immediately took her to wash off the bite and console GK. But GK didn't want to act like it really bothered her so they got the toned down version of a melt down from her, a quivering chin and wells of tears in her eyes. Amazing what one can do when you don't want to make a fool of yourself in front of his family.

BTW, her boyfriend and his family are so terrific. We are very lucky that is the case. The two loveys spend most of their time with either us or them. It is sweet and kinda cute. They really act like they are much younger than they are in many ways but I think "nerdy" kids do that. They still have a play gene left activated in their hearts, at least these two nerds do. They enjoy watching "SpongeBob" and know every word, both love Frozen, also Kingdom Hearts and Soul Eater. Both are very book smart and enjoy challenging each other to "knowledge off" questions, play on words, etc. This is the young man who made the statement about her being too cute to be in the advanced math class at the beginning of the year. I can't figure out if that was the stupidest remark or the best pick up line ever. Whatever the case, they are darling together. Nerdlets.

 

Joe has been busy here at home taking information from our last three computers off and capturing our pictures and documents. We then will recycle the clunkers and gain more storage space in the garage. It's an ongoing task to try to give up our "hoarding" ways. We are doing our nesting and getting ready for colder months thing.

Speaking of that, I hope that you have a wonderful beginning to fall, autumn equinox, Mabon. We are to have rain tonight so I don't think we will have a fire in the fire pit but will celebrate with some homemade bread, broccoli cheese soup and an apple tart for supper. Wishing you all that would bring you happiness and comfort in this fall season.

Smooches and Squoozes, Oma Linda

Sunday, September 7, 2014

Happy early September to all of you..........

Hope you all survived the summer rains, temps and bugs. Also hope that you are looking forward to Fall. I sure am.

Every year I say I am not going to wax on about how I love autumn, fall, but I must....otherwise I shall burst. I love this time of year.

Fall just seems to be a time of hurry up and get ready. The two weeks between Labor Day and the first day of fall just offer dramatic changes in light, temps and smells that no other change of season offers. I love what we used to call (totally un PC) Indian Summer. Crops are tumbling out of the gardens, sunlight has more of a golden cast to it and my homing instincts are kicked into high gear. It is also a time of festivals of celebration. Harvest, bounty and getting ready for colder times all are part of this lovely time of year.

Last late winter, I told you all of an experiment that I was undertaking with strawbale gardening. We set up our gardens in specific arrangements according to the crops that we were anticipating. We did all the prep work of nitrogen soaks, added the topsoil and mulch, kept the bales damp, then we planted our seedlings that we took care to carefully chose, plant, nurture and prepare. And watched as every single one of our "babies" died. We had started tomatoes, peppers, watermelon, cantalope, pumpkin, onions, and none of those made it in the bales. We then dropped back 15 yards and planted some seeds, some purchased plants and watered on.

While some of the seed sprouted and some of the purchased plants survived, most did not. What we were left with in mid June was tomatoes, sunflowers, cantalope vines that never set fruit, watermelon that followed suit and pumpkins that looked fabulous in June and were gone in July. We did have cucumbers planted by the front entrance to the patio in the front yard but they never tried too much, only a couple.

When I purchased the watermelon plants, I only had room for two and there were four plants so I planted one in the whiskey barrel in the front porch which is shaded with shade cloth, never thinking that the plant would do anything.....but we have a watermelon there, the size of a soccer ball. When we first spotted it, the whole Cuckoo clan a happy dance.  At last we had something for our efforts. Ry suggested that it grew because it is close to the gratefulness tree. Could be. There is magic in the gifting of others in that ladder.

Shortly after, the tomotes started developing fruit on their plants instead of just flowers. And now we have an abundance of yellow cherry tomatoes, Black Prince tomatoes and the wonderful Beefsteak beauties that Sweet Man loves so much. Slow start to our harvest, but at least we have one.

So this morning I made yellow cherry and Black Prince tomato jam, er marmalade. As a youngster my Daddy Jack (maternal grandfather) always had cherry tomato jam in his pantry when we would visit him in Tennessee. I looked for years to find a recipe for one that came close to his jam. This year I found one not that I grew the kind of red cherry tomatoes that he grew, they were tiny and bright red. But I figured I would give it a shot with what I had available.

The combination of the bright yellow and the red, green and maroon flesh of the tomato varieties I used is kinda cool looking and they were so sweet before I even made them that I knew they would be yummers. And I was not disappointed. My non tomato eating family (besides Sweet Man) are crazy about the results.

I found this recipe on Pinterest and if you give it a try, I'm sure you will be pleased, we sure are. http://faithfulnessfarm.blogspot.com/search/label/Blue%20Ribbon%20Recipes You'll need to pan down her page to find the yellow tomato marmalade.....but some of her other receipes look super too.



Smooches and Squoozes, Oma Linda
pssssst did ya notice I have a photo? I just gave it a try with the photo from the recipe and there it is. Wow, I can use my camera again.....Hats and Horns, lets have a party!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

I'm back, sorta............

There is no retrograde except the one in my head.

That's what I kept telling myself anyway. First it was my computer. I tried to redownload Picasa to solve my non photo dilemma on Blogger, because I had previously paid money to expand my number of photos I could use on the account and when someone who will not be named but there technical name is IYOGI, "fixed" my computer last time, they screwed up and deleted my Picasa account. And when I did, the computer crashed. They scheduled someone to come to my house to fix the problem last week and that person never bothered to show. Today, the tech was great.

Then my phone went gone off the deep end. I can't get any bars at my house and therefore, no calls. But, I get text messages and I get calls from India/Paskistan (the land of IYOGI) and England. Go figure.

Then my car's engine light went on as I was taking GK to school. And it limped back home that morning on a lot of "oh, please, oh please".

Got the car fixed, the phone is to be executed this weekend when we change carriers and a really nice man came out to reboot my computer today. He turned out to be a gem. Gave me all kinds of insight into my computer and how to manage some things I wasn't taking care of. Wow. Things got fixed very quickly after a two week wait.

I had just begun to feel like the plague of the last few months had lifted and then the electronics in my life kinda spit up on me a little. But nothing that couldn't be handled with a little frustrated cursing and swearing........and patience. All's well that ends well.

So hi lovelies....the Olde Bagg is back.....knock on wood.

Thursday, August 14, 2014

2014 School year has begun..............

sorta sounds like "gentlemen start your engines", right?


I promised I would update you on the state of the Cuckettes and so here it is, all the info that you did and didn't want.


Backing up just a little, cuz goodness knows I can't just start at the start without some background to color up the story and give you the reader some insight. Ry has been going to a summer program now for 4 years. He has had mixed results from being involved as has his sister. You'll recall that Ms. Gerea was to have gone to work as a junior counselor but the city changed the rules to the game they call Parks and Rec so the summer job was not to be for her. Had she been there the outcome of his summer may have been quite different. And yet, everything happens for a reason.


Ry's time at summer program was up and down and he got to where he didn't want to go. We investigated and found out that he was getting into physical altercations with another kid and he was blamed for the encounters. Now mind you, we know that he is capable of being a "rathead" and wanted to know what the tussle was about. Well, the adult (and I use the term loosely) couldn't tell us what was happening to cause the problem. We asked then if that was the case, how could she blame Ry for the problem. She said because the other little boy told her. ??????????????? When asked if she had asked Ry what the problem was, the only thing she told us was, "no". ??????????????


Ry had spent almost a week in the office by himself as his punishment. When we asked how program was every day when we picked him up, he'd say okay. After finding out, by a fluke of conversation with said almost adult, we asked Ry why he hadn't told us. He said he preferred to stay by himself instead of getting kicked and hit. And so would I have chosen the drawing and being alone but that's when we had him stay home. Not that that was a lot of fun either because I wasn't well enough to entertain or take them anywhere. But he made it through the summer alive albeit not happy like he has been in years past.


So the first day of school was filled with trepidation and worry. That kid doesn't even go to his school. But still Ry was really all over the place with his actions and his ticks. He was trying to contain his feelings but it was not working. His teaching team found out about the summer incident from the director of the program and made sure he was physically safe and encouraged him to play with his friends. It has been three weeks now and he is still not gotten past the anxiety. We are hoping that he will of course but in the mean time we are meeting him where he is.....in the moment, with encouragement and as much normality as we can have for him.


Ms. G started high school on Tuesday.  The school she is attending is a charter school, Digital Arts Training Academy. The school offers computer, technical, drama and production of film making as well as the other disciplines needed to work in film. These kids are given the opportunity to receive college credit for their work, get their feet wet in the film industry here in New Mexico (the students have been included in "In Plain Sight", "Breaking Bad" "The Lone Ranger" and other Hollywood productions) and are required to  have a film project every year as part of their finals. She went on a field trip to this school last year and it was just like a light bulb went off and it was where she wanted to go to high school. They will learn to do digital art as well as traditional art, computer programming and writing code, being in front of and behind the camera. It is just so diverse and I would say so G.


She was so spastic elastic on Tuesday....stemming much like her brother with fear that she would fall down and embarrass herself......you know the typical fears of a freshman. Tuesday was Jump start day for freshman and I think they were all feeling a little out of place. Of course her main fear was that she wouldn't know anyone except her best friend and wouldn't make friends. Both of those statements were false by days end. She already knew at least 6 kids and by the end of the day she had many more kids she made friends with. That girl attracts nerdy boys, cute boys, goth boys, oh hell, she just attracts boys. So at end of day she was a happy camper and quite fond of her school.


Oh to be 14 and so vain. Adorable but ego centric as is the normal attitude for 9th grade girls anyway but Ms. G takes it to a whole 'nother level.


Yesterday was all grades back to school and once again her nerves got the best of her. She is confident but only a little until she gets her footing. I guess we all are in some repects. I think she thought the sophs, jrs. and srs. would gobble her up or something but all went well.


She has one class that is not just freshmen. Her advanced placement math class also includes sophomores. On Tues. there were only 4 freshmen in the class, G and 3 boys. One boy she knew from a birthday party she attended this summer, one was in most of her classes at her last school and a new kid. The party boy said to her, "I'm surprised that you are in this class because you are so cute". She paused and then said, "well, aren't you just the little profiler? Just because I'm not a guy or ugly you think I shouldn't be here? I got the highest score on the math placement test given to the incoming freshman that the vice principal had ever seen." To which he said, "that's a lie". G then had her friend from her last school explain to party boy, just how bright she is. He told party boy, "she is a stone cold genius and a hot chick too." And G said, "so there Mr." and snapped her fingers. Gotta love an attitudinal chick in her nerd environment. And now of course he is her "bit&&".


This morning she could hardly wait to get to school and hang out with her new friends.


I hope that both of them will settle in and have a good school year. School always has an interesting beginning.


So that's the tale of the Cuckettes.


Hope you all have a super weekend, Smooches and Squoozes, Oma Linda

Sunday, August 10, 2014

It is better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all........

Thanking Lord Tennyson for his word smithing, I am starting a new series of reflections on the animals that have graced and expanded my world. I'm sharing these with you in short bursts so I hope you will catch all the bits and pieces.


A friend of mine, Jan of Laughing Dog Arts did a lovely tribute piece of art to one of her much loved dogs and I was so moved by her work and her thought in doing the work, I began to gather my thoughts and harvest my memories of the animals that have brought me to this point in my life.


Anyone who has ever loved an animal also knows that there is an ending to our relationship with them. The endings are sometimes not easy or pleasant but these events also have molded my life and loves. I must add without the love and friendship of these animals, I know that I would not have the mind set that I do, nor would I know what loving and losing is really all about, both of which I believe are vital parts of being a human with compassion and humility. I have been blessed by the knowing of each one of my beasties and would not change anything.


I'll begin with the first pair of animals that Sweet Man and I were owned by. The first was a dachshund cross that won my heart as Shelley in her stroller and I cruised the mall in Westminster Colorado. He had the dachshund markings on his sweet black and tan body but he had the longer legs and wagginess of a whatever else his heritage may have been. Herbie was a riot of fun and just the right companion for a three year old Shelley. He was energetic, loved to be dressed up, followed his girl everywhere and was always up for game of fetch. Shelley adored him and he did her as well. He had the most remarkable sparkling eyes that spoke volumes.


When we moved back to Albuquerque from the Denver area a few months later, Shelley voiced a desire for a kitten. We had read a book about a white kitten that needed a home and I am sure that is what influenced her choice. So, I being the obedient Mom went in search of an all white kitten. I expected that it would be hard but the stars were in alignment because in less than one week I had located someone who had white kittens.


We went to this persons house (every time we drive by there, one or the other of us will always say, "that's where we got the white tornado") and there were at least 3 litters of all white kittens roaming the living room of the house. Needless to say, I felt like we were rescuing whichever one we chose. Less than desirable living arrangements would be a vast understatement. Also, I had no idea that all white animals sometimes can have recessive gene disorders like being sterile, deaf or having other health problems. These kittens were all kinds of crazy and when we made our final choice, we had a helluva time getting said kitten to the car and home. He was a crafty little devil. Got out of the carrier, raced around the car and just a suddenly as the white storm had hit, he found Shelley's lap and laid down and slept the rest of the way home. Cricket was so sweet......sometimes, but he never lost his white tornado attitude. He was always his own master and marched as he saw fit and if that included the rest of us, so be it but if it was a cat day, then humans just stand back.


The meeting of Herbie and Cricket was the funniest, most side splitting laugh filled moment I can remember ever. I very much wanted to do the right thing in separating the two and letting them get used to each other but they had something quite different in mind. Herbie took one look at Cricket and the games were afoot. But don't feel sorry for Cricket because even though he was only a 6 week old kitten, remember he came from crazyville and was used to being chased. They ran and ran and played and ran some more. We just sat back and watched the show. They raced up walls, I kid you not, and under furniture and around the house until they finally neither one had chase left in them. At which point they fell asleep together in Herbie's bed. And that didn't change until the day Herbie left home.


When we would let Herbie out to go potty, most times he would come running back in to play with Shelley or the cat. But on occasion he would high tail it over the fence and just run. Always scared the crap outta me. I would get in the car and roam the neighborhood looking for him. Most of the time, I found him at McDonald's or he would be on the doorstep when I got home. He just loved Mickey D fries. He would dance for them when we brought fries home. One day, I went looking for him and he was no where to be found. I searched for days and then weeks, did all the things one does when you lose a pet. I always hoped that someone thought he was a stray and just took him home. This is before chipping your pet.


Cricket looked for his racing buddy too. Herbie was only 4 when he went for his last French fry run.
Cricket got into so many cat fights. This was before I had good sense and had only indoor cats. Every time he would come home with a "boo boo" he would just flop himself down on the bathroom floor expecting me to be his care giver. I tended to his wounds and the vet and I had a standing joke about the fact that Cricket must be a voyeur because having been fixed he had no reason for being there he just came to watch the action. He always got bit in the butt and I lanced my share of bottom wounds, that's for sure. Cricket also had "kitty acne" infected chin hair follicles and weekly then needed tending to. I'm sure they itched. It must have been a crazy sight to see me popping pimples on the chin of that cat. And the weirdest part is that he never fought me on any application of anything. He was an oxymoron walking. Wanted all things his way but never fought help when it came. He was a stranger than fiction animal. Would climb into the animal control truck and wait for Steve. We were on first name basis because Steve said he couldn't in good conscience take in an animal who was as strange as Cricket. The cat also climbed into a repairman's truck and went to spend the night in Las Lunas. I am amazed that the man brought him back but he did. Charmed life I guess. He would come home with lipstick and mascara on him from some little girl playing with him like Shelley did when she was little and we never knew who. Got banned from the house next door because he would go in and nap with their cat on their bed. Would hear me call him and ignore me while laying in the yard next door. He was a brat cat of the highest order.


Now Sweet Man has never been a cat person. But Cricket made his decision about SM. SM would become his human after we moved into our new house. The cat would sit on SM's chair and wait for him to come home every evening at 5:30 or if Cricket was busy doing something else, all SM had to do was call "son" and here came the white beastie to be with his man. The two were fast and true friends in no time at all. Cricket was an excellent instructor and expected nothing less than total obedience from his students.


Cricket went on in life to train two St. Bernard puppies, see Shelley into High School and kept us in line until he was 13. He had a terrible habit of laying down in the gutter in the street in front of our house. He just did no matter what we did to dissuade him, he must have liked the view of the road. And one day a kid in a red Mustang pulled onto the wrong side of the road, aimed for him and got him.
Both of those animals taught me love,  patience, particularly with Herbie and his running off, and endurance. They were my first foray into what since them has become a self talk I do when faced with the "opportunity" to go into relationship with another animal. "This relationship will bring me more love than longing and I will be better for it".
That has never not been true.



Wednesday, August 6, 2014

People always talk about the weather...............

And so shall I.


Here in the desert southwest, rain is never a given, it is always a happy event and most of the time a surprise. We have over the course of the past few weeks received more rain here in parts of Albuquerque and the state than we did in the all of the last two years.


Back when I was a kid (when the dinosaurs roamed the earth), there would be always be floods for those of us who lived close to the Rio Grande River. That's why they call it a flood plain. Also if you lived in some areas of town and your street ran perpendicular to the mountains you had a ready made asphalt creek when the rains came right in front of your house. Spent many a summers evening running down our street with all the neighbor kids playing in the water.


We have had flash flood warnings every night for a week now. Parts of our downtown areas were completely flooded and many of the manholes popped off from the pressure of the flood waters and streets torn up from the rushing water. These are all not normal events for us. I've lived here all my life and can only remember a handful of times that we have had to battle really bad floods that have overrun the flood channels that were built in the 1960's. But we do have an extensive flood control, rapid water rescue units and water divergent systems in place because we are in close proximity to the Sandia and Manzano Mountains. So even if we don't get rain here in the metro, if it's raining in the mountains there is a flood danger. But the past several years we have been in a drought and many had forgotten the danger of rushing water.


Oh we have what is jokingly referred to as our monsoon season which is the month of July thru the first couple of weeks of August. And it always rains a couple of days during the state fair in September. But our normal rainfall is maybe 5" a year (in a good year), we had 5" of rain for the month of July and the first week of August has brought another 4" already.


In other words we are damp, even humid. It's a real game changer. Muggy is a word I don't normally use. Our swamp coolers are a joke, and quite frankly it isn't a funny one. But I am not complaining cuz what good would that do anyway). Rain has brought all kinds of interesting things to our doorstep. Big ole bugs, plants finally growing in the yard, including the tomatoes finally doing something, also weed seeds that probably would never have survived are plentiful all around town. We are green. Now that's a city of a different color. And a very nice surprise. I'm sure there are those who got the brunt of the floods that would not have the same view of this event and for them I am sorry, but for us, we have experienced mostly good things.


I say mostly because we a have pee problem. No not the humans, the dogs. No not the dogs, the dog. Ellie Mae Scootles formerly of the Tohajale'/Route 66 Casino area of NM, a foundling dog who has forgotten just how lucky she is to not still be in a diesel repair shop where we got her, has taken to refusing to pee outside. Rather she sits on the back porch and just whines because she doesn't want to get her feet wet. She then comes inside, goes under Shelley's bed and pees there. What a charmer.


I remember telling all of you how I would have to shovel a path in the snow for our Priscilla, St. Bernard DIVA because she also didn't like to get her feet wet. But I don't know how to dry grass or dirt. I even encouraged her to do her business on the concrete under the shelter of the porch but Ellie acts like she has forgotten English and only speaks her Native American language from whence she came. Bless her pointed head.


So there you have it, the report from Casa de Cuckoo. Next time I'll tell you how the new school year is progressing for the boy grand, how GK is getting ready for High School (oh damn) and other stuff about our lives.


Be well my friends, Smooches and Squoozes, Oma Linda

Thursday, July 31, 2014

Here's a little happiness list................

Enough already with the meme letting goes. I wanted to claim the good things, the fun things, the things that brought a smile to my face when I recall them so about 3 weeks ago I started a happiness list. Some of these are little blasts from the past that make me giggle, some a big old guffaw moments and some are insane moments in time that I never will forgot. Now these are not to be confused with momentous things that I have had happen in my life that have given me happiness those are on a whole other list.




Starting when I was very young.....



I loved to "snuffle" my cat, still do. Put my face into their soft fur and wriggle my head just slightly and listen to the reciprocal purr. Not all cats are snufflers!!!!



Climbing trees as high as I could and pondering how cool would it be to stay that tall.



Eating watermelon right off the vine while it's still warm from the sun. Same with a beautiful ripe tomato.



Fishing and whispering with my Daddy Jack (grandfather).




Going to the ranch and getting to "play" with the farm animals and helping my Aunt Sallo and Uncle Alfonso with chores which sometimes taught me more that I had bargained for. Learning to make jams, empanadas and tortillas.




Hiding under the house in a crawlspace and thinking I had found the best hidey hole in the world.


Catching toads and keeping them in the backyard. They were everywhere. I love the way their skin feels.




Living close to the director of the zoo and getting to feed and handle baby animals that came to his house before going into the zoo. My favorites were a baby seal....in his bathtub and a baby lion who was so little but very strong.


Learning to drive and getting the car turned backwards in the driveway by doing a K turn and watching the expression on my friends face.


Singing in the talent show in 8th grade and dressing up as an old lady. The song I sang was "Too Young to Go Steady". The adults thought it was funny, my peers just didn't get it. Too bad, I had a blast.


Putting my sorority sisters in a cage at the zoo as a prank.


Finding money I hid in a cigar box when we first moved into this house in 1961, last year. I had written a note to some random boy and there were other silly preteen mementos in the box as well.


This is an abbreviated list because I didn't want you to have to live through all my rantings but these are representative of my early happys.


Making you smile with me as I think of happy instead of anything else. It's the best. xoxo Oma Linda

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Forgiveness came just in the nick of time..................

Well once again it has been a long time since I posted.


I have been on a mentally healthy vacay from my normal life. It has been a hard journey, and I'm not finished yet, clearing away the flotsam of the past which is blocking the sailing on to the new one.


Looking back is something I have done all my life. I thought it was healthy to look back and then move on. What I didn't know was that I was looking back, hitching up the junk and hauling it on towards a future that I couldn't possibly fit all this crap into. I obviously was moving on with more than I would ever be able to carry and be healthy.


For those who have read my blog in past years, you know that my Mom and I didn't exactly have a golden relationship. She was of a generation that didn't dare spare the rod and spoil a child. This beautiful woman who I thought had all of her "stuff" together and who talked a good game of being independent and self assured was in fact a flawed human like the rest of us. I spent most of my life being afraid of her anger, terrified I would disappoint her and saying I'm sorry. Now don't get me wrong, I know was sent to my Mom's life to teach her patience, loyalty, loving kindness and to show her that not all children fit into a mold. I must have been a million nights of no sleep for her. I do know that to my face I was a huge disappointment to her and yet she bragged about who I was to so many people. She just didn't know how to say she cared.


I guess you can say that the Ms. Karma served me up for a woman who wouldn't (couldn't) communicate, reach out in a tender way, had a narrow sense of humor and wanted perfection not only in herself but in everyone else around her, most especially her children. Poor woman, never did understand my loud, boisterous, sometimes off color humor and lust for living. She also didn't see a child who needed so much more hugging and loving than she was able to give. The worst part is that she pitted her children against each other for attention. So that has left us estranged from each other all our lives. On her death bed she made my sister and I (my brother had already passed away) promise to not lose track of each other. But of course with years of hurt, we did.


Now I'm not saying any of this but for one reason and that is to clarify not the why of my guilt or my behaviors but rather to say that it is what it is.....my truth.


So when the doctors prescribed the exact same course of drugs for my breathing difficulties as my Mom had had because of her COPD, I literally lost my shit. Of course the prednisone fueled that fire and I ended up as close to Nutsville as I ever want to be again. But instead of staying there and keep revisiting the scene of my crime, I got help and have dug my head out long enough to say that I need to forgive my Mom for being less than I always wished she had been. And to begin to try to piece together my own unhealthiness with no blame or hurt. I am the cause of my own unhappiness. And yes it has always been my choice to move forward sans crapola but I didn't know that really, until now.


It is an amazing feeling to be able to look at pictures of my Mom and see what other people probably always saw, a woman with a beautiful face and soft green eyes. And I have written in my journal, many tender moments that I wouldn't allow myself, when I was in such a painful place, to bring back from the vaults of my childhood. The times when she was just exactly who I needed, a Mom.


This has also given me a chance to look at my behavior as a Mom and see the good and the bad and move on. I'm very fortunate that forgiveness of myself and others came just in the nick of time. I still have today to work on being who I have always wanted to be.......just me. And every day I get to do that is the biggest blessing I will ever receive.


There are no do overs, there are no should have beens, there are no authentic joyous life moments when you are weighted down with the hurt and pains of yesterday. So eventually you have to let it go...................hopefully before you have no todays in which to do so.


XOXO Oma Linda



Tuesday, July 15, 2014

and the sun is where, exactly????

The Land of Enchantment, alias New Mexico does not have many days when the sun does not shine at least for a few hous. As a matter of fact, they are so few and far between, I don't remember the last one.


I love days when the thunder boomer clouds start forming after lunch and then continue to grow into huge water filled wonders later in the afternoon and then give up the moisture right after dinner. That is what we call our monsoon rains. We have those two times a year. Once in July and then again when the State Fair comes a callin' in September. Or at least that's the way I remember it as a child.


In the past few years we have had the drama of the clouds, the rumbly tumbles but very little moisture and thus we have been in a drought. Still fun to sit on the west facing back porch and watch all the lightning and count the time between flash and rumble whether the teasing skies give up the rain or not.


So last night's "most all night long" rain was an oddity and ever so welcome for the plants and lawns. But this morning was a shocker. The clouds are still here, the rain is still falling, be it ever so gentle and there is no sunshine.


My max limit with no sun is 3 days.


I learned that when Sweet Man and I moved to San Francisco in the early 70's. I literally thought I would shrivel up and perish. The damp, the no sun and the ever present "gloom" was oppressive. Of course now I could relish a few days like today but back then I was less than patient or educated in the differences that are regional and geographic.

Makes me ponder how I got grown. I was so rigid and knew almost everything there was to know in my 20's, as do most with that affliction. Funny how when I look at the grands, I hope that they know  more of what I didn't and lots less of what did. More smarts, less smarty. But I know they will have what they have and muddle through their lives as I did mine learning lessons along the way that will mold them into the adults that someday will peak out from behind their child and ponder how, they too, got grown.


Think I'll take some tea out to the porch and watch my "turdley durds" scurry around the yard looking for bugs that have come out because of the rain. Nothing better than a happy turtle with a green smile on their little faces.


Hope you stop today and be thankful for getting grown. Take time to thank the child that saw you through those times. Happiness to all, Smooches and Squoozes, Oma Linda


and still blogger will not let me post photos.........boo

Monday, July 14, 2014

A brush with the truth..........

I am a creative person. I have most all of my life "played" at art in one form or another. I truly began the process of finding my path when I was in college. I found out quickly that painting was not my forte. I sucked at brush strokes. I could not "get" technique. But I have always longed to go back and try again. I just never have taken the time or put in the energy to do so.


But recently, the term "brush" took on a whole new meaning. I had to visit the hospital for an illness that my stubborn old self just couldn't get rid of. I had done all the things I knew to do and my husband just put his foot down and said we were going. Kicking and screaming, internally, I went. I just knew I would face another medico who would say I had a bad cold and could get what I needed in the over the counter department of my local pharmacy and pat me on my head and send me on my way as my primary care physician has done.

But that was not the case. In fact, as soon as they took my vitals and began the interview process I was rushed back to the critical care area and they put me on oxygen immediately. I was in fact very sick. Which, I must say, was almost a relief to hear someone else say. Odd how even when we know the truth it is sometimes the way it is delivered by someone else that makes all the difference in the world.

Then I met the most real person I have met in a very long time. There she was, a doctor who splits her time between Durango Colorado and Albuquerque. This just happened to be her last day in this location. How's that for the luck of the wicked? She asked questions about my life, my body, and then when we were working on the plan to implement medications she turned to me and said, "you know just in the few moments we have been sharing, I know that you are ill because of how you behave". Instead of my usual bristle to "authority", I was warmed by what she said. She continued by saying, that I am a protector, I use my heart and my body to shield those that I love and care about. And that is good and has a proper place but it was obvious that I didn't have enough of that caring and protection left to use on myself and the time had come for me to put me first. Not that I had to deny my "others" but that I must change my way of being in order to be at all.

It was like a lightning bolt that seared my soul. I knew what she was saying and I knew she was correct. I must change.

And that is what I am in the midst of doing.

I never wanted to be viewed as selfish. I never wanted to be viewed as self centered, so instead I went the other direction and gave myself away.....all the time. And it was not without cost or I must admit now, resentment.

Inside I have longed to play at arting. I have longed to do what I choose, not what is expected of me. I have yearned to find me in all of this chaos that is life. And frankly, there isn't a whole heck of a lot of time left to do so. Times a wastin'.

I have always found a reason why I could not do something because of something else that I put on myself as my duty. It will be a hard row to hoe but it must be. And those that accept it will and those that don't will look at me and wonder what happened to me. I hope someday they will understand, but if they don't, my taking time to explain wouldn't have been a good use of time anyway.

I'm off to practice the brush strokes that life has for me now. The truth is in the practice of it......at least that is what I am hoping for and trusting in.

Thursday, July 10, 2014

A Mad Tea Party and our apologies.............

I've already contacted the wonderful hostess of A Fanciful Twist, the lovely Ms. Vanessa Valencia and let her know the The Cuckoos of the Casa will not be participating in this Tea Party, but the weather in her Wonderland is a bit iffy right now and I just wanted to make sure that if any of you came by expecting to find us on a White Rabbit adventure that you didn't think us ill mannered or rude.


We are watching from the sidelines and send out very best Mad Tea wishes along to each of you.
xoxo Oma Linda, the Cuckettes and the critters of the Casa.

Monday, July 7, 2014

Prednisone and other fun stuff.............

I have read so many things about steroids and the whole mess you up thing that is to happen when you take these drugs, but up until my recent introduction, I had very little experience with them. Now that I must use these nasties.......I understand the craziness that they do induce.

I can go from 0 to ten thousand on the anger scale in a nano second. But I have come to realize that the anger isn't really real. It is a side effect of the drug.


The problem is, that others in my life who have experienced my already crazy mood swings don't have the same insight and when I have tried to explain this to them.....well they just chalk it up to yet another crazy component to my new reality. They do so well at understanding.


I've  begun cleaning out the corners of my mind and heart. Nasty spaces some, inhabited by decade old junk and flotsam. Time to through out the baby with the bathwater and move on towards doing what is important and useful rather than raking muck.


I also am using other drugs that have given me "better" insights. Ah, I could even wax poetic and say they have given me keys to the inner workings of my mind. I have, while drifting off to sleep, written many, many essays and stories on subjects that range far and wide. I've jotted the essence of the thoughts down on a notebook next to the bed but by the morning light, the chicken scratching gives me no clue as to my brilliance I stumbled upon in the dark time before.


I've been very weak, and very strong at the same time. It will take me a little while to regain my strength and get back to the beginning again. But in the meantime.....it should be a fun read for you.



I will try, when I can, to come back and check on each of your blogs and give you an update on my state of being.
So there, now you've been warned.

Saturday, July 5, 2014

A magickal happening at Casa de Cuckoo, report 5 July 2014.........

I can only hope that you have had a sparkling good and safe 4th.


I have been away for awhile and will give explanation at a later time, but right now I have to tell you that magick has come and danced in my faery garden yet once again.


Sweet Man was out doing my watering job for me this morning in all three of growing areas. He started with the fae garden and was delighted to see something he had never personally observed but had heard about at length from me.


He saw a Momma turtle laying a clutch of gorgeous pearly white eggs into a very deep hole that she worked on through the night. By the "rockets red glare" our sweet, oldest Momma turtle went into her nesting trance and labored through the night to dig the safe hole for her eggs. By the time Sweet Man arrived to view the scene she had finished the opening and was depositing her eggs. By the time I woke up, which was fairly late for me, she had already begun the process of not only covering but tamping the soil back so that it looks as though she had never disturbed the site at all. Turtles are so talented at disguising their existence. I am always amazed at what magicians they are.


Turtle eggs laid at this time of year usually hatch in the ground, over winter and then the little ones come out in the spring. But they may be urged to come out in the fall if the weather is warm for a longer than usual length of time. All eggs in the same clutch are the same sex. If it is hot and dry, then the offspring will be male. If the weather is milder and wetter then more Momma turtles will be hatched. Only 1 out 3 eggs in the wild usually survive. In our backyard, we usually see triples or twins. But we very seldom ever see where the egg hole is. Pssssst, but now we have a clue.


We have a couple of prime locations that we find baby turtles near, but this was a new location and it may be that that is why when I have planted flowers there, they never grow. But now we know and will keep watch over the new nursery.


I know it is not a thrill for many but for the Cuckoos, it was a day of jubilation and hope. Sweet Man brought me a bouquet of lavender and told me to follow him. The grin on his face was priceless. When he told the grands and they took the walk to let them see, they were so excited about the arrival of yet another group of wandering babies covered in shells.


I took no pictures. It seemed an invasion of a beautiful moment that was given to us as a family when looking towards the future with hope is the most important thing in which we can participate.


So now I've shared this magick with you and hope it brought you a smile. xoxo Oma Linda